it just struck me that you might be right—not about the cruiser although that’s not impossible—but about Ginny being in a VR because they schlorpped out her brains and stuck her in something. It’s a horrifying thought, but then it was horrifying when she did it to Nick, too.

I don’t know if anyone’s pointed it out yet, but she’s wearing different clothes, or at the very least a different top, to what she was wearing when she was captured. This could mean something… whether it’s “this is a VR” or “someone changed her clothes while she was unconcious” is up for debate.

“Oh what did Del-a-ware boy, what did Delaware
What did Del-a-ware boy, what did Delaware
She wore a brand New Jersey,
She wore a brand New Jersey,
She wore a brand New Jersey,
That’s what she did wear
One, two, three, four
Oh, why did Cali-fon-ia
Why did Cali-fon
Why did Cali-fon-ia
Was she all alone
She called to say Ha-wa-ya
She called to say Ha-wa-ya
She called to say Ha-wa-ya
That’s why she did call
Uno, due, tre, quattro
Oh what did Missi sip boy
What did Missi sip
What did Missi sip boy
Through her pretty lips
She sipped a Minne sota
She sipped a Minne sota
She sipped a Minne sota
That’s what she did sip
Un deux trois quatre
Where has Oregon, boy
Where has Oregon
If you wan Al-ask-a
Al-ask-a where she’s gone
She went to pay her Texas
She went to pay her Texas
She went to pay her Texas
That’s where she has gone
Eins zwei drei vier
Oh how did Wis-con-sin boy
She stole a New-brass-key
Too bad that Arkan saw, boy
And so did Tenne-see
It made poor Flori-di, boy
It made poor Flori-di, you see
She died in Miss-our-I, boy
She died in Miss-our-I
Oh what did Del-a-ware boy, what did Delaware
What did Del-a-ware boy, what did Delaware”

Or even worse, you find the little imps riding the stationary cycles and pulling the levers that make it all move in sync. If you thought your performance reviews were bad, theirs is a whooole ‘nother level when they get caught.

Once upon a time, a young girl (me) was born amidst the vast sprawl of the Rockies. One day, she and her family went on a trip to the East coast, and the girl (still me) fell asleep in the car for a few paltry minutes before her siblings’ tickle fight woke her up. In that time, the car had passed through Delaware. In one side and out another.
“Impossible! That’s far too small to be a whole state!” She cried.
She pondered on the unbelieveable fact until she came to the conclusion that it was Not A Fact At All! Something so strange cannot truly exist! The girl (once again: me) had uncovered a plot hidden for decades, even centuries! A fictional state where secret agents could “live” while they traveled the world and took part in Bond-esque escapades. It made perfect sense! Content with her logic, she fell asleep again and missed passing through Delaware on her way back, playing in to her confirmation bias.
The End 😉 😉 😉

Oh believe you me, Delaware can manage a traffic jam. It’s not so bad now with the new tollbooths they put in a few years ago, but when the previous tollbooths funneled I-95 down to far too few lanes, it was ALWAYS jammed. I once drove from Jersey down to Maryland and it took us 3 HOURS to make it through the 12 miles of 95 called the Delaware Turnpike that takes you through the state.